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The animals went in two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah!
Given Bower for a last name, the boys are bound to call you "Right" or "Left. " They called me "Right" because I usually held it, one way or another. I was shot with luck. No matter what happened, it always worked out to my advantage. All inside of six months, for instance, the mate fell overboard and I got his job; the skipper got drunk after weathering a cyclone and ran the old _Boldero_ aground in "lily-pad" weather -- and I got his. Then the owner called me in and said: "Captain Bower, what do you know about Noah's Ark? " And I said: "Only that 'the animals went in two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah! " And the owner said: "But how did he feed 'em -- specially the meat-eaters? " And I said: "He got hold of a Hindu who had his arm torn off by a black panther and who now looks after the same at the Calcutta Zoo -- and he put it up to him."